Who Cares

Guan Suyi was sitting in the arbour surrounded by greenery and arranging flowers. Two maids were standing on the left and right, handing out a flower branch or a pair of scissors from time to time. Outside the bamboo curtain, which was swayed back and forth by the breeze, was the setting sun and full of fallen leaves. Autumn is here.

"Madam, the eldest son is here, he wants to see you." The middle-aged servant woman's hasty footsteps disturbed the tranquility.

Guan Suyi was stunned, her calm face showed a daze, as if she was reminiscing about who the "big son" was in the female population. After a while, she frowned slightly, and slowly but decisively uttered two words, "No see."

The servant woman wanted to speak and stopped, but she also knew that the lady was stubborn and very assertive. Maybe she would never see her. But this is only a remote house in the Zhao family. Only domestic slaves or female relatives who have made mistakes will be sent over. Life is extremely miserable. How can it compare with the prosperity and wealth of Yanjing? The servant woman wanted to go back to the main house but had nowhere to go. She finally waited for the old man to come, where would she miss the chance to cheat him, she left the wife's ideas behind her second door, and put the old man in.

Guan Suyi, who had already inserted a bottle of golden chrysanthemum, was turning the vase, trying to find out the shortcomings. Suddenly, one of the golden chrysanthemum leaves was too luxuriant, lacking the artistic conception of blankness and the beauty of containment. He picked up the small scissors and wanted to trim it a bit.

"Mother." The guilty shout made her fingertips tremble slightly, the sharp blade missed the extra leaves, but cut off a beautiful golden chrysanthemum. Guan Suyi didn't immediately put down the scissors, nor did he show any annoyance. Even the frowning eyebrows flattened out at this time. She picked up the leaves with the tip of a knife, then took out the cut flower branches and threw them into the small bamboo basket beside her. Then she looked at the young man standing outside the pavilion with a panic and decadent face.

Looking from top to bottom, touching the crutches in his hand and the obviously short left leg, Guan Suyi was a little surprised and wanted to ask, but after all, she didn't speak. Isn't she being assigned to Cangzhou precisely because of too much control?

The young man saw the concern in her eyes, and the misery and guilt that had stuck in her heart instantly broke the bank, limped a few steps forward, and wanted to rush to the woman's feet to cry. Guan Suyi did not dodge, but the two maids had blocked the young man. They asked while supporting them, "Grandpa, what's the matter with you? But you have been wronged? Your foot is injured, you must not touch it!" What kind of thing? Grievance can make the eldest son who regards his wife as an enemy not far away to find Cangzhou to complain, and is still in a bad situation?

Even if the two of them didn’t ask, the teenager was able to tolerate it. This question was like a flood, tears fell instantly, choking, and intermittently saying, “Mother, son, I’m sorry! You have always been strict with your son, and your son will be greedy for fun. Reprimand, you will be punished if you make a mistake, and you will be praised if you make a profit. You treat your son as your own, but your son listens to other people's slander. You always feel that you are ill-advised and hide your traitor, so you deliberately alienate yourself and get close to Aunt Ye. My son is really stupid. The son is wrong!"

Guan Suyi held his forehead with one hand, and placed the other flat on the stone table, tapping the edge of the table with his fingertips, as if he was listening attentively, and he seemed to be stunned. Aunt Ye? Which Auntie Ye? After two years in Cangzhou, she deliberately forgot about Zhao's mansion, and it took quite a while to find this person from the dusty memory.

Aunt Ye is the cousin of Zhao Luli's original wife. She is connected with Zhao Luli's prostitutes and prostitutes. It can be said that she has watched them grow up since childhood and looked very similar to their mothers, completely satisfying the children's desire for maternal love. She was just an aunt, but she was quite popular in the Houfu. Zhao Luli was also particularly infatuated because of her similar appearance to his wife. Needless to say, the two children treated her as their biological mother.

On the other hand, Guan Suyi is not embarrassed or embarrassed. There is no prominent family background, and no rich dowry. In order to gain a foothold in Cui Wei's Zhenbeihou Mansion, she has no other choice but to restrain herself and keep her duty. She did everything she could to serve her mother-in-law, take care of her husband, educate her children, and fulfill her duties, but in the end she was ruined.

The unbearable memory became clear again, and the corners of Guan Suyi's mouth lightly raised, as if mocking the original self, as if mocking the young man crying miserably and desperately under the stairs.

"What's wrong with your legs?" she asked quietly.

After receiving the long-lost care from his mother, the young man burst into tears and felt guilty. "The son's leg was broken! It was Aunt Ye who bought the boyfriend next to her son and asked him to lure her son to fight with the ranger. Saying that you will never be able to walk like ordinary people anymore, it is considered abolished. In order for Zhao Guang to inherit the throne of Zhenbei Marquis, she ruined her son's life! Mother, you have always been strict with your son, teach your son to read, and order your son to observe courtesy, but there is Mistakes and omissions must be punished. On the other hand, Aunt Ye, she just blindly indulges herself, telling her son to go farther and farther on the treacherous road, and this is what we are today."

Guan Suyi's eyes were distant and unpredictable. The young boy once called "Aunt Ye" so affectionately, but only said "Mrs." when he came to him. He had never called "Mother" in half. When she left Zhao's Mansion, she thought: I don't know how long the harmony of this "family family" will last, but she didn't expect that only two years will come. Broken leg, waste, Ye Fan really cruel.

The teenager was distraught and did not notice his mother who was obviously distracted. He pours out, "At this moment, the son finally figured out that what is good for you may not be really good, and what is bad for you may not be really bad."

Guan Suyi smiled silently, her eyes becoming more and more mocking. What is bad for you? She had to worry about eating, clothing, housing and transportation, studying martial arts, and even her marriage.

Forget it, encountering such a wolf-hearted family, it is not wrong to end up in today's end. Guan Suyi shook his head and sighed slightly.

Hearing the sigh, the guilt in his heart grew stronger. He hesitated for a moment and finally confessed, "Mother, my son was so wrong back then. You should not listen to Aunt Ye's instigation and slander you and Master Xu. Although your son's legs and feet are useless, Aunt Ye I can't please. With my father here, the title of the Marquis of Zhenbei is still mine. When I become the son of the world, I will definitely take you back to serve."

At this point, his eyes turned red, his fists were also clenched hard, and he made a "click" sound like a cracked bone, as if enduring great humiliation and anger. Hesitating and hesitating, hesitating and then hesitating, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word, "Mother, do you know? My mother is not dead!"

Your mother? Guan Suyi was in a daze for a while before he realized that Zhao Wangshu's mother was Zhao Luli's original wife, Ye Zhen. She was not dead, how could it be possible? Zhao Luli wanted to die with his wife and continue his relationship. If she hadn't died, how could he not look for it, and how could he want to marry another person?

Soon, the boy gave the answer, "My mother is Ye Jieyu Ye Zhen. She is not my mother's twin sister, she is my mother at all. To be prosperous, she abandoned her husband and son, and hates my father and my sister. Knowing the truth, she still helped her everywhere, and even killed your fetus for this, and sent you to Cangzhou on the charge of losing your virginity. She has already converted to the embrace of others, why should she dominate her father, why should she let her Me, put me in such an unbearable life experience..."

The boy changed from a low sob to crying. The aunt Ye he loved was cruel, cold-blooded and merciless; the dead mother he admired used to be greedy for wealth and abandon her husband and children. But what she cares about is not this incredible, ridiculous scandal, but the middle sentence.

"It was not an accident that I failed, but the hands of your father and your sister?" Guan Suyi's plain heart suddenly stirred up a storm when thinking of the only night that was extremely humiliating. It's ridiculous. Zhao Luli never touched her after five years of marrying Zhao's family, only once when she was drunk. To this day, she still remembered the disgusting alcohol on his body and the sound of "Ye Zhen" that kept echoing in her ears, full of love and guilt. He regarded her as a substitute for cherishing the memory of his dead wife, and this substitute wanted to give birth to an offspring, which would interfere with the interests of the original children, which was naturally intolerable.

After thinking about everything, Guan Suyi's calm face finally shattered, and he asked slowly, "I can't blame Zhao Luli, I'm sorry you, I'm sorry Zhao Chunxi? Why are you doing this to me? What a pure family style in Zhenbeihou Mansion; what a noble original wife; what a virtuous and virtuous, well-loved Ye Jieyu, but it turns out that the male thief and the female prostitute are the same as the dog!"

The young man was ashamed and ashamed but faintly pleased. The male thief and the female prostitution are the same as the dog, and the scolding is really right! Only mothers are most qualified to scold like this. He knelt down willingly, thinking that his mother would lose control and vent, but when he saw her suddenly chuckled and shook his head, he quickly recovered his calmness.

It's a good thing to lose a tire. Guan Suyi stroked her flat abdomen, only to feel the pain of guilt and regret buried deep in her heart, disappearing without a trace at this moment. "Su Yi Zhu Xi, from the child to wo", Su Yi white, pure and good character, this is the grandfather's expectation of her, although falling into the quagmire of Zhao's family can not escape, she was not contaminated with the slightest filth after all. This child is not a hope or sustenance for the future, but a sin, no matter if he doesn't come.

If the father is not the father, the mother is not the mother, the son is not the son, how can the Zhao family stay in chaos? Guan Suyi had anticipated this a long time ago, but she didn't think that there was such a shocking inside story hidden in it, which really opened her eyes. She didn't care about the repentance of a teenager, and she didn't want to be a tool for him to express his grief and resentment. Just as she was trying to get someone to drag him away, someone came from the Yanjing Zhao Mansion and carried the eldest son with his unhealed leg into the carriage and quickly left.

Outside the pavilion, the autumn cicadas screamed and the tired birds flew. Guan Suyi was in a daze for a while, and then took out the golden chrysanthemums in the bottle and replaced them with twisted thorns and withered reeds. The spikes of thorns pierced the fingertips, causing a piercing pain, but she seemed unconscious, her expression remained flat and calm from beginning to end.

After trimming the reed flock with scissors, Guan Suyi laughed at herself. What a weird and sad work, just like her life. What if it were able to reconcile in the first place? Knowing that Zhao's house is a puddle of unsmelling dirt, she could not walk or keep it, so she could only watch as she drowned. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a few books on the table, and she finally showed an expression of resentment and threw them into the tea-making stove and put them on fire.

The maid exclaimed, "Madam, don't you read these books every day? How to burn them?"

"My half-life tragedy probably originated from this, how can I not burn it?" Guan Suyi stared at the flames and smoke that rose suddenly, her eyes aching and tears gradually rising.

Another maid pulled Sister La and told her to stop talking. If the wife was born five years earlier and met the strange flowers of the Zhao family, she would have remarried and remarried herself to Xiaoyao, how could there be today? If it weren't for the popularity of Xu's Neo-Confucianism, if it weren't for the popularity of "Nv Jie", "Internal Training" and other books, how could the wife be imprisoned here and not free. If she remarries with a divorce, it would be tantamount to ruining the reputation of the sisters in the clan, making them lonely and helpless in their future marriages, so they can only lose their teeth and swallow them with blood. Those fake Taoists are really harmful!

After this day, Xu Shi felt that there was no hope of being alive, and Guan Suyi’s unhealthy body was rapidly exhausting. When the deadline was approaching, she seemed to hear the footsteps of Zhao Luli and Zhao Wangshu hurrying and distressed. Confession, but only left one sentence: "I wish I could never see you again in the next life and the next life."